Free-falling... an everlasting feeling when you are 18
What do I do?
Who am I ?
Tomorrow used to feel so good
But it is tomorrow I dread
Each day has some how merged into a torturous continuing cycle
Wake up, breathe in
Hold.....
Go to sleep, breathe out
Let go
Let go of all the expectations that drown you
And just breathe
You are only 18...
Somehow the words "I don't wanna grow up"
No longer apply to you
Because you are 18
Eighteen
8 letters... 2 numbers
So many expectations...
So many responsibilities
I've always wanted to be 18
But now I can only wish I was
17....16....15...14...
Not 18
YOU ARE READING
written from the soul
PoetryListen to my deepest and darkest secrets slowly revealed in a jumble of metaphors and similes :)
